O generous gardeners, home-made bread, jam & Andy Warhol. Want a link to your classes on this site? Valuable feedback: it appears GG are not alone in their confusion re the sequence of recent medical events - I am too. How is it possible for the GP to have a diagnosis of recurrence on my files dated June, and yet for me to be oblivious until 21st July & then not be scheduled for surgery until some point in September?? No wonder my 'local recurrence' is already 3cm in diameter. But there's at least one good reason to delay until Sept: S~S will be here to bring me heaven-sent food in hospital again. There's an upside to anything if you think about it long enough. Thought of you as I admired the fern collection late last night.
NB ~ if he finds reading all this a bit squeamish, would you tell that little south coast imp that I so fondly remember him in class. I can't rank my students, but if I ever did, he'd be right up there.
Playlist.com is very stubborn - it won't locate Mr Reed's 'New York Conversation' for me, and it's never even heard of precious Mahaliah Jackson or Arvo Part. Perhaps I'll write another list somewhere. Moby playing 'God moving over the face of the earth' as I write - Beloved brother-in-law would call it music for bedwetters.
'There's a lot on it', said one GG, weighing her words with care. This is true. But there could be a good deal more. I was seriously considering typing up my entire holiday diaries at one point & attaching scenic photos.
Apologised to Harriet, the Breast Cancer Nurse (henceforward HBC - almost a bank) for being so crotchety on the phone, she told me not to worry, my reactions were normal, "Don't you dare call me normal. Nobody's ever called me that before, and they're not starting now".
Morning coffee from my HM Prison Holloway mug, now there's quality.
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